When I'm ready to go home
I'm feeling daily vertigo
Whisper questions like this into your ear, dear
"Am I ready to atone?"

Wanting to cling to what I had
Many years and more to add
Will the fountain see our fortunes reversed and clear
How this all was really mad?

Wailing deep into the night
Willing to put up a fight
Quietly in the dark the sorrow made sense and, dear
Have you not consumed my light?

It's meaningless to mope
Just a personal sympathy vote
It must be possible for us to be beckoned near
And for me to not elope

And to fear
And to feel
All too real
All those tears
And to show
How to steer
Into painted walls

Cry your eyes out in the dark
"Context matters" is a farce
Drink another cup and forget how I must feel
It doesn't have to leave a mark

To try and cling to what I had
With many tears and more to add
Will the questions have positive answers, dear?
Does it have to be all sad?

And to fear
And to feel
All too real
All those tears
And to show
How to steer
Into painted walls

All my thoughts
Turn into song

And to fear
And to feel
All too real
All those tears
And to show
How to steer
Into painted walls

And to fear
And to feel
All too real

And to sing:
Da-da-da-da-da-dada